Mirabel Angry Novels & Stories

“Maybe he was tired from the pool.” Aunt Carla studied her for a moment, then sat on the couch and patted the spot next to her. “Come here, sweetie. You okay? You look a little flushed.” Mirabel hesitated but sat down, still wrapped in the towel, her big tits pressing against the fabric. After a few seconds of silence, she opened up, voice quiet and frustrated. “I like a boy… and he likes me back. I know he does. But he doesn’t want to make out with me. He keeps pulling away even though I can tell he wants it too. It makes me so angry… and horny.”

I seethed, struggling to keep my anger in check. Mabel's face twisted with a mix of anger and frustration. "Well, it doesn't matter now, does it? Mirabel is gone, and there is nothing you can do, I will leave this cage you call a house!" She yelled back at me, stomping her foot on the ground as if wanting to break it. I felt a surge of rage bubbling inside me, but I took a deep breath, reminding myself to stay calm. Arguing with her wouldn't solve anything.

She snorts, her eyes shifting between Racheal and Mirabelle. Racheal laughs, “No, I'm not scared of you Angel, Mirabelle didn't even hit you like you deserve, I would have made you bleed profusely. Make no mistake, I might be pretty but I can end you, you can't take me at my full capability and for your own good, I suggest you leave Camilla alone.” “What I do to this brat is not your business, it's between me and her.” Angel fires back. “No, there is nothing between you and her that won't go through us first. You want Adrian? fuck with him not her, or else I will fucking ruin you Angel you hear me? Ruin you!” Mirabelle screams.

And in that storm of grief and rage, one terrible thought clawed its way up from the depths: What if Mirabel was lying?

I knew he was as powerful as Jace painted him, so I had to do it. “Such a wonderful friend you are," he said and I swore I could hear the sarcasm in his voice. “Anyway, what you need to pray for, is for you to figure it out on time and just pray she isn't dead before you do so," he said and my heart sank. Mirabel was going to die because of me. Anger flooded me instantly and I didn't know when I slapped him. “That's for how much of an asshole you are. You all are!" I screamed before leaving.

She dug her claws into the necks or faces of the guards that came at her without hesitation as her light blue eyes blazed red instead and she felt nothing but fury because she was bent on getting her revenge. “How dare you kill my parents you monster?” she yelled while tears fell from her angry eyes and she screamed as she went for him. King Mortis who stood a few feet from her aimed his gun at her and he shot at her shoulder. Mirabel fell to the ground immediately but she stood up at once with a grunt and she saw she was bleeding from her shoulder. She looked at king Mortis with angry eyes only to see he was smiling at her and her anger grew. “You shouldn't be smiling, you should be begging

The maids reassured me with a smile, as they said that it’s gonna be okay. After hours of exhausting training, Damien and his parents entered the training grounds; and the very first thing that caught their eye was the sight of me pulling the gun’s trigger, and ended up shooting next to the bull’s eye. They looked at me with amusement, and soon after, Damien walked closer to me with a proud look on his face. “Not bad,” he smirked. I looked back at him, as I smiled. Damien’s eyes were fixed on me; not a second of turning away. We’re like lovers who hold the most genuine feelings towards each other. A model having an affair with one of the strongest mafia bosses in the world. What could be pos

Of course, we should always appreciate beauty. "Quit eye-raping me." His voice snapped me out of my thoughts and embarrassment rushed through my system as the blood gathered directly to my cheeks and I tried hiding myself. But the huge mirror in front of us wasn't helping. Could this get any worse? "I am sorry." I apologized, he must be feeling bad. "No need." His voice came just as fast. "Is it done?" He asked coming near me. Did he just want to get this done with? He must not be liking my presence and company.

I've got years of advantage, bitches! ― Alice, go back to the sand ― I ordered. ― Why? — Let me put an end to the joy of these bitches — I spoke, stuffing my chest and prancing my chin, very angry. — Oh, my God. I created a monster. You scare me!

That night, she involuntarily fell asleep in Azarias's thigh. *** Mira blinked, glaring at him again with anger that her face flushed slightly red. "Are you an idiot?" "Maybe I am." Azarias shrugged, admitting it without a second thought. His lips curved up slightly as he enjoyed the sight of the fuming Mirabella. Her face was flushed red, and her cheek puffed out. She looked like a rabbit. She was surprised hearing Azarias's words, but then she rebuked angrily. "How can you just accept it like that?"